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“Oh, Mercédès, I have uttered your name with the sigh of melancholy, with the groan of sorrow, with the last effort of despair; I have uttered it when frozen with cold, crouched on the straw in my dungeon; I have uttered it, consumed with heat, rolling on the stone floor of my prison.”

Quote by Alexandre Dumas

Book:The Count of Monte Cristo
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The Count of Monte Cristo

This classic novel follows Edmond Dantès, a young sailor unjustly imprisoned for a crime he did not commit. After his release, he discovers a hidden treasure on the island of Monte Cristo and uses his newfound wealth to exact revenge on those who betrayed him. more

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Alexandre Dumas
Alexandre Dumas

Alexandre Dumas, a renowned French writer, was born on July 24, 1802, and died on December 5, 1870. He is famous for his historical and adventure novels, with notable works including 'The Three Musketeers' and 'The Count of Monte Cristo'. more

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